I used to have a soul that burned with unbridled determination.
[Unbridled joy and optimism.]
I am still determined,
But the fire gutters —
I am ashamed to see it so —
And yet I do not poke at it to reignite.
Perhaps I see no point in the light.
Perhaps I am content to let it cool.
I am ashamed.
Perhaps my little fire just needs a direction and then it will catch.
I do not want it to suffocate.